The boiled frog

                                                               
Ever heard about how to cook a live frog? (why anyone would want to do that is beyond me) Well, if you ever do want to cook a live frog, keep in mind it's not as simple as the boiling water and putting the frog in. For obvious reasons, it would jump out (duh). But if you place the frog in tepid water and let it gradually come to a boil the frog won't even know it's being cooked, and then boom, it's too late for Mr. frog. (sad, but true) I wonder if the people who figured this out were some kind of Cajun clan living in the hills and either A) They had nothing better to do or B) They were hungry and frog was the main dish.

Regardless, this frog cooking technique has been used as an metaphor for, the inability of people to react to significant changes that occur gradually. Take me for instance, me being the frog.

 Ever since I rescued a sweet young German Shepard (about five years ago) from abandonment, she has taken to our neighbors . She was so insecure about being left behind she would hang out with them every time we left. I suppose it gave her a sense of security and some comfort, after all they have young children whom she adores and they adore her. Once our car drove up, she always came back home. (This is where me the frog is put into the pot)

Just like the frog in tepid water, I didn't mind. This went on for quite awhile. Then the water gradually got warmer and the dog started staying longer, to the point of having her own bed in their house and sleeping over.

No big deal, she still came home for dinner. The water's getting hotter now, but not too bad,(It actually feels kinda nice and relaxing. Except I'm falling in to a stuporous level of consciousness) I could still count on having her around everyday at 3:00. As always though, after her meal she would return to the neighbors.

Now, the water is boiling. The dog no longer comes home to eat, she has 100% adopted the neighbor as her family. I even noticed her doggy dish was missing for a couple of days but has since returned. (I'm guessing they borrowed it until they got one of their own. I bet it even has her name engraved on it)

I haven't seen her in days. She stays inside their house...all day. Which means only one thing, she is now completely self sustaining at her current residence.  I suppose its good. Truly it's about the dog anyway, right? Besides she is happy and spoiled, who could ask for more for their so called loyal companion.

I guess the next thing to do is relinquish my rights as her doggy mommy and change her I.D. tag to their name and phone number because apparently, I've been cooked.